Till I Fall
Turn me up until I fall
Too high cant hear my thoughts
My dawg cant see me ball, these louis shoes cant fix my broken heart
Walkin' out with that ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He fuck that money off, like no tomorrow, thats probably cause his heart broke
Only fear god we'll kill bout respect
Bitch dubbed me last year, now I got bands she cant see me in the flesh
Too talented, no losing sleep, can't hear what a broke nigga said
Blood stains on my cleats
Deep in that field louboutin color red
I don't even gotta walk down
Get a nigga white chalked where he lay by the time that I land
Steady sayin' that I changed to you
My pain fueling me in bands I don't gotta say it to you
Almost lost my life hanging out with a snake, this bitch a take off a Medusa
Bitch I'm ready to die bout the name on this fitted, try to say it in vain i'll shoot
God deceiving, pride dissolving shi hurt my being
Got my crown up off the ground, they cant see me hurtin' even when I'm at my weakest
Hard head since grade school they been tellin me I'm heathen
I'm gon ball for a hunnid seasons
Atlanta nigga steppin' different
Can't tell where I'm from, every fit I put on European
ABG I was taught to get on it
Ion gotta get off my ass, send a nigga to score
Roll his ass in a wood by the morning
Poppin' my shi til its over
Can't end up a goner drop out with no high school diploma
Insomnia get to my head
Melatonin od to a point give a fuck bout a coma
Turn me up until I fall
Too high cant hear my thoughts
My dawg cant see me ball, these louis shoes cant fix my broken heart
Walkin' out with that ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He fuck that money off, like no tomorrow, thats probably cause his heart broke
My cousin got shot drop down and clutch my stomach
Helicopter got sent just to get him recovered
Playin' round with my niggas it'll be a warfare in the north put that shi on my momma
Lil bro a savage how he come in all black like Rihanna
When he slime a nigga like Gunna
Ain talkin' bout shi if it ain bout the bill with the blue on the side
Get the fuck off my number
Tryn see a new world for my son
In the end we all dying for nun
Shootin' for the stars and for Mezan kill anything under the sun
Studio with my nigga up early in morning hunger is the way it get done
Takin' this shi to the grave ian speakin' for nun
Give a fuck if they threaten my tongue
Reason I'm poppin' this addy, stamina goin up
Dead presidents infatuated, these women ain talkin' enough
Been through too much, I can recognize when its envy every time he disguise it wit love
Ian tryn hear much, told her ion give a fuck, treated me like my feelings mean nun
Numb to the pain and everything ian trip on anesthesia
Tired of sayin' through a phone that I wanna see you
Tell me time and place to link up
Walkin' through the cemetery talkin to the reaper, money talk get very evil
Paralyzed while sleep, awake in this bed surrounded by dead people
Turn me up until I fall
Too high cant hear my thoughts
My dawg cant see me ball, these louis shoes cant fix my broken heart
Walkin' out with that ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He fuck that money off, like no tomorrow, thats probably cause his heart broke
Too high cant hear my thoughts
My dawg cant see me ball, these louis shoes cant fix my broken heart
Walkin' out with that ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He fuck that money off, like no tomorrow, thats probably cause his heart broke
Only fear god we'll kill bout respect
Bitch dubbed me last year, now I got bands she cant see me in the flesh
Too talented, no losing sleep, can't hear what a broke nigga said
Blood stains on my cleats
Deep in that field louboutin color red
I don't even gotta walk down
Get a nigga white chalked where he lay by the time that I land
Steady sayin' that I changed to you
My pain fueling me in bands I don't gotta say it to you
Almost lost my life hanging out with a snake, this bitch a take off a Medusa
Bitch I'm ready to die bout the name on this fitted, try to say it in vain i'll shoot
God deceiving, pride dissolving shi hurt my being
Got my crown up off the ground, they cant see me hurtin' even when I'm at my weakest
Hard head since grade school they been tellin me I'm heathen
I'm gon ball for a hunnid seasons
Atlanta nigga steppin' different
Can't tell where I'm from, every fit I put on European
ABG I was taught to get on it
Ion gotta get off my ass, send a nigga to score
Roll his ass in a wood by the morning
Poppin' my shi til its over
Can't end up a goner drop out with no high school diploma
Insomnia get to my head
Melatonin od to a point give a fuck bout a coma
Turn me up until I fall
Too high cant hear my thoughts
My dawg cant see me ball, these louis shoes cant fix my broken heart
Walkin' out with that ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He fuck that money off, like no tomorrow, thats probably cause his heart broke
My cousin got shot drop down and clutch my stomach
Helicopter got sent just to get him recovered
Playin' round with my niggas it'll be a warfare in the north put that shi on my momma
Lil bro a savage how he come in all black like Rihanna
When he slime a nigga like Gunna
Ain talkin' bout shi if it ain bout the bill with the blue on the side
Get the fuck off my number
Tryn see a new world for my son
In the end we all dying for nun
Shootin' for the stars and for Mezan kill anything under the sun
Studio with my nigga up early in morning hunger is the way it get done
Takin' this shi to the grave ian speakin' for nun
Give a fuck if they threaten my tongue
Reason I'm poppin' this addy, stamina goin up
Dead presidents infatuated, these women ain talkin' enough
Been through too much, I can recognize when its envy every time he disguise it wit love
Ian tryn hear much, told her ion give a fuck, treated me like my feelings mean nun
Numb to the pain and everything ian trip on anesthesia
Tired of sayin' through a phone that I wanna see you
Tell me time and place to link up
Walkin' through the cemetery talkin to the reaper, money talk get very evil
Paralyzed while sleep, awake in this bed surrounded by dead people
Turn me up until I fall
Too high cant hear my thoughts
My dawg cant see me ball, these louis shoes cant fix my broken heart
Walkin' out with that ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He fuck that money off, like no tomorrow, thats probably cause his heart broke
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Writer(s): Ryan Terry
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